There are rumors that there is a Dragon King lying under the water collection ground, but no one has seen it with his own eyes, but the Dragon King Temple outside the town does have much more incense than the Sutuo Temple next to it.
The Dragon King Temple is not big, and you can see two young men inside the temple amid the smoke and smoke.
On the waist of the young man in brocade clothes is a jade pendant of good fortune and longevity, and on the young man in linen robe is a dark whetstone.
The man in Jinyi was named Wu Guanshan. He had the influence of his ancestors and got a low-ranking official position in the town, responsible for maintaining public order in the town.
The man in the linen robe is Chen Qingshan. His parents died when he was young. He makes a living by sharpening swords in the town. If he has free time, he also does some water-carrying work to earn a few copper coins.
"Qingshan, is this okay? My fortune and life are all on you." Wu Guanshan took out a blood-stained bead and handed it to Chen Qingshan.
This bead is old and does not look like something from this dynasty.
Chen Qingshan took it and said angrily: "How do I know? The book teaches that this temple gathers the mental power of the people of Jishui. We cannot see the golden light. When monsters see this, they will avoid it as if they see billowing flames."
.Who told you to run to the General’s Tomb without any trouble?”
Hearing this, Wu Guanshan looked a little embarrassed and scratched his head in embarrassment: "Isn't it true that I am short of money recently? You don't know that there are several servants from Wenxiang Lane who have beautiful figures."
"So you went to the General's Tomb to be a thief?" Chen Qingshan was helpless. He knew that Wu Guanshan liked to listen to music, but he never expected that this guy would dare to go to the General's Tomb just to listen to music.
The so-called General's Tomb is a valley outside Jishui Town. A former general and his soldiers were buried there for unknown reasons. There was a lot of resentment in the valley, and there were also legends about Yin soldiers taking advantage of the way.
"I went there at noon, but I didn't expect to encounter a soldier raising a corpse, and he saw it." Wu Guanshan shuddered.
There are rumors among the people that zombies will move when they smell the energy of a stranger. When they open their eyes and see a stranger, they will not stop dying. Moreover, what Wu Guanshan provoked this time was an ancient corpse from hundreds of years ago.
A very fierce one.
"Did you pick up this bead from the general's tomb?" Chen Qingshan looked at the blood-stained bead in his hand through the sunlight. If the amber was on fire, he felt something strange.
A bit of golden light appeared from the bead and fell into Chen Qingshan's sea of consciousness, making him feel a little dazed. When Chen Qingshan came to his senses, he just thought it was an illusion.
But Wu Guanshan spread his hands, nodded, and looked downcast. Fortunately, after a hard work, he got an unknown bead out, and even got himself killed.
"I have to find an opportunity to exonerate those ghosts in General Tomb!" At this time, Wu Guanshan came up with a bloody voice and said angry words. He took out two old steel knives from behind and threw them to the ground with a "bang".
"Let's wait until we get through this." Chen Qingshan sneered.
He took out a small leather bag from his waist, put his fingers in and applied some grease on the steel knife.
Chen Qingshan leaned down while holding the steel knife, and the sound of sharpening the knife could be heard in the Dragon King Temple.
Chen Qingshan prefers swords to swords.
When Chen Qingshan was young, an old Taoist came to his door and said he wanted to teach him the art of sword cultivation. He gave him a sword pill and then left.
The old Taoist asked Chen Qingshan to observe swordsmanship, observe different swords, and observe thousands of swords. After the sword pill was opened, Chen Qingshan had his own sword, and he entered the door of sword cultivation.
So Chen Qingshan sharpened his sword in Jishui Town. For some unknown reason, the weapons that passed through his hands were always sharper than the original ones. Later, it gained some reputation and people often came here because of it.
In these troubled times, there is no shortage of people who can use swords, even in this small town.
Time flows by like water, and the setting sun is like fire. This dusk seems a little different from usual. The sky turns into a picture scroll, slowly unfolding under the push of clouds and clouds, like the largest canopy in the world.
Under the canopy, Chen Qingshan and Wu Guanshan were sharpening their knives in front of the Dragon King Temple. The young monks in Xutuo Temple chanted the Buddha's name softly and listened to the blind old monk talking about the three refuges. In Jishui Town, the fair-skinned young man from the academy said goodbye to his master.
, holding the scroll and walking through Sifang Street.
At night, Chen Qingshan and Wu Guanshan, one on the left and one on the right, stood on both sides of the door holding swords.
"Here we come!" Wu Guanshan felt a chill behind his back and looked around to see a corpse figure shaking towards him outside the temple. The corpse was covered in rotten armor and frightened the birds on the cold branches to fly away.
The sound of flapping wings exploded in the silence, and the night seemed to be getting colder.
The ancient corpse came to stand outside the temple gate. Under the cold moonlight, one could see the rugged bones under the tattered armor.
Chen Qingshan held his breath. To be honest, this was the first time he had seen such an evil thing that only existed in storytellers' books.
Not knowing whether the steel knife could chop off the head of this ancient corpse, Chen Qingshan subconsciously clenched the sharply polished steel knife in his hand.
When he was distracted, the ancient corpse stepped forward and climbed up the steps.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The sound of objects hitting the door sounded, but it was the ancient corpse knocking on the door. Its movements were no different from those of a living person, but a little slow.
Chen Qingshan could even clearly see his empty eye sockets through the crack in the door, and the rotten air went straight into his nose.
"I'm afraid this Dragon King Temple can't stop him!" Chen Qingshan realized first.
Sure enough, the wooden door began to shake violently, it was the ancient corpse exerting its strength.
"Oops!" Chen Qingshan and Wu Guanshan looked at each other, and they quickly pressed their bodies against the wooden door.
A roar sounded, and a huge force came from the wooden door. The two of them flew out instantly, and the door opened wide.
The fog outside dispersed from the ground and invaded the Dragon King Temple. The eyes of the ancient corpse slowly lit up with a bloodthirsty red light.
"Your mother!" Wu Guanshan jumped up from the ground and struck the ancient corpse's neck with a knife. The sound of gold and iron sounded and sparks flew.
The ancient corpse stretched out its hand and waved its five fingers like daggers across Wu Guanshan's body. Five blood marks appeared on Wu Guanshan's body.
Then the ancient corpse straightened its arms, like two slender iron rods, piercing the flesh and blood on Wu Guanshan's shoulders. With one swing, Wu Guanshan slammed straight into the sitting Dragon King.
The whole small temple began to shake.
Under the broken shrine, Wu Guanshan curled up into a shrimp, and a hissing sound came from his body, which was caused by the violent breathing tearing his vocal cords.
You can see that a large amount of blood slowly dripped out from under Wuguan Mountain.
After just one encounter, Wu Guanshan was seriously injured and lost the ability to resist.
"Damn it, Wu Guanshan, why did you provoke such a vicious guy? It's so easy to get dead people's things?!"
Although Chen Qingshan cursed, he immediately rushed forward with a knife to block Wu Guanshan. He could see that this ancient corpse wanted to kill Wu Guanshan.
It's just that this ancient corpse has bronze skin and iron bones, and the steel knife in Chen Qingshan's hand has no effect on it, but has a tendency to anger it.
Every time they fight, the energy and blood in Chen Qingshan's body surges, and a trace of sweetness surges into Chen Qingshan's throat. There are also many large and small wounds on his body. The dark green color spreads from Chen Qingshan's body. This is the corpse.
Because of poison.
During the fight, Chen Qingshan was unable to retreat and reached the remains of the Dragon Prince behind him.
The Dragon Prince's head rolled down, and the gold foil was peeled off, revealing the soil and grass clippings inside, stained with blood, and looking a bit desolate.
"Get out!" Chen Qingshan knew that he could not go on like this, so he used all his strength to slash out with a knife. His right arm was stained with blood, and the steel knife in his hand was broken due to the violent impact. He finally chopped the ancient corpse to the side, and the moonlight outside the house shone brightly for the two of them.
Light up a way of escape.
Not knowing where he got the strength, Chen Qingshan quickly helped Wu Guanshan to escape from the Dragon King Temple.
But as soon as he arrived at the entrance of the hall, there was a sound of wind in his ears, and the smell of decay entered his nose. Chen Qingshan knew that the ancient corpse had already arrived behind him.
Chen Qingshan could feel the sharp energy on his back, which was the nails of the ancient corpse.
"Wu Guanshan, I have been unlucky for eight lifetimes to know you!"
Chen Qingshan pushed Wu Guanshan outside the temple. Wu Guanshan's eyes lit up and fell into a large area of moonlight. Looking back, he saw Chen Qingshan holding the door frame with both hands and using his back to resist the roar.
An ancient corpse wearing rotten armor.
Chen Qingshan opened and closed his mouth and uttered the word "Run". The ancient corpse behind him had five fingers like knives, aiming to cut off Chen Qingshan's neck.
"No, don't!" Wu Guanshan had always been unruly and had never done anything he regretted in his life, but now that he saw Chen Qingshan was going to die for him, he finally felt scared.
Chen Qingshan felt the coldness on his neck, and with a sudden heart, he wanted to detonate the sword pill in his belly and die together with this ancient corpse.
In his opinion, it was better to die on his own than to have Wu Guanshan die as well. He could only blame his carelessness in making friends. When he got to the Lord of Hell, he had to study Wu Guanshan's book.
"You monster, how dare you commit evil!"
But he saw a white figure, like thunder, appearing in front of Chen Qingshan. He touched the top of the ancient corpse with a flick of his sleeve, and the ancient corpse instantly lay on the ground, making no sound anymore.
"Amitabha." A Buddha's name rang out from the blind old monk from Sutuo Temple nearby.
Chen Qingshan breathed a sigh of relief. The sword flowers in his dantian slowly reassembled into flower bones, and the sword balls resumed their rotation.
"If the master hadn't heard the noise outside tonight and came out to take a look, Mr. Chen, you would have told me here!" A young monk who was slightly younger than Chen Qingshan poked his head out from behind the old monk.
His lips were red and his teeth were white, and he smiled.
It was Sanzang, a young monk who met Chen Qingshan in Jishui Town. Chen Qingshan helped him sharpen a sword at the temple fair last year.
The dead mother believed in Buddhism, so Chen Qingshan sharpened his knife for free, and the two got to know each other.
"Ashes return to ashes, soil returns to soil, Amitabha Buddha." Outside the Jishui Dragon King Temple, a beam of fire was lit. As the blind old monk finished reciting the scriptures for salvation, the ancient corpse in decayed armor turned into a puff of blue smoke.
"Thank you, Master, for saving me."
Chen Qingshan bowed sincerely to the blind old monk, and the old monk stroked his head, which caused the ancient corpse to eliminate its karma, which shows the profoundness of his Buddhist teachings.
The blind old monk smiled, and what he was stroking in his hand was the bead that Wu Guanshan took out from the tomb. He said something mindless: "I saved you today, and you may need to save me someday."
The old monk looked at the hanging clouds in the sky. There was an indelible darkness under the shadow of the moon, and he felt that the wind was about to rise.
After sighing, he handed the beads to Chen Qingshan instead of Wu Guanshan.
"If I read it correctly, monk, this bead has already recognized you as its master."
The old monk's words made Chen Qingshan inexplicably think of the light in the bead during the day, which was like the morning sun. He seemed to have more bonds with the bead.
The old monk smiled, and his waveless face was reminiscent of the rocks on the cliff. Although he was blind, he felt it more clearly than anyone else. He saw in this young man named Chen Qingshan a star that stretched across the Kunlun Mountains.
The blazing sun, and then a sword that cuts through the troubled times.